Up in Smoke

My dad spent his entire working life for that company. I remember him getting up at 4:30 in the morning, fixing his own pot of coffee and smoking that first cigarette.

He spent between eight and ten hours a day at his rolling machine with a 17 minute break before lunch and a thirteen minute break in the afternoon. For the life of me I could never figure out how they arrived at those exact break periods.

The cancer killed him before he could retire. All his dreams up in smoke.